With all her hair piled on her head
Her cheeks so pink, her lips true red
Her running shorts cut at the thigh
With measured trot while passing by.
She is a picture of content
Angelic smile from heaven sent
As daily I observe her pass
From my front window’s pane of glass.
Her running shoes and steady pace
Are ne’er distracted by each race
She’s happy jogging every street
Controling life while on her feet !
Claire V. Bogdanos 